85. Zack Villere - “Bloo”

If there was a compilation called Stoner Love Jams then this song would definitely be on it. There’s a sort of melancholic innocence to it, a head over heels infatuation that’s tempered by a layer of all encompassing chillness, a tangible and almost sticky, or rather elastic, distance motivated by the unknown. It’s too exuberant to be the result of apathy. It’s more about the underlying fear of rejection, or rather the politics of going out on a limb and breaking it, splitting and severing something good and causing it to never be the same again.

This is why I consider it to be the quintessential stoner love jam. Its good-hearted and sentimental, and yet its unsure of itself, too resigned and content to actually pursue what it longs for. Instead it’s perfectly fine existing within the blurry and free-floating bliss of hopes, daydreams, and delusions  – of some distant and unsubstantiated belief that somehow their two minds will telepathically connect and suddenly know what the other wants without any sort of communication, intention, or effort. It’s the romantic idealism of youth – bright, warm, and cocooned within an aura of rose-tinted weed smoke, a beautiful thing to bask within, but next to impossible to maintain.